"Then at least hold on for twenty minutes!" Fabian Nala's blood-red eyes stared unblinkingly at the attending doctor in front of him. The words that followed were practically squeezed out from between his teeth, "At the twenty-minute mark, start removing the child!"
Hearing that, a group of doctors widened their eyes in unison, some looking at the almost sinister-looking Fabian Nala in disbelief. They had almost assumed he would choose the child—after all, Lina Miller was just a woman from the entertainment industry, while the child in her belly was the long-awaited eldest grandson of the very woman who had raised him.
